Poem

Mistly white,dull grey, but pure blue eyes.
It came towards me, blue eyes bored into mine,
Thy what do you seek.

Those eyes,why can't you speak.
Answers are, what I seek.
But, can no one answer me.
Can't you come with me, answers are what I seek.

Do you sleep, when do you sleep?
When the moon shines down, do you go about, stamping, making noise all about.
Answers are what I seek,
Why can't you speak,
I'd love you to say something.
Answers are what I seek